The wedding day

It's only love, it's only pain. It's only fear that runs through my veins...and other things I can't explain. They make us human.

I sat and sighed in hurt as I fidgeted with ym dress and my hair that was curled and sitting happily in the shape of a peach ontop of my head. I stood up and walked over to the mirror.

My long dress touched the floor and I lifted my clear head-dress to see two violet eyes covered in black mascara and red rosy cheeks. I covered my face back up, I couldn't look at myself. I sighed in disgrace as two women walked in dressed cutely with baskets of flower petals hanging from their arms.

"It's time." One said smiling. I let them fiddle and fuss with me until I got aggrivated and slapped their hands away. They growled and grabbed the back of my dress, pushing me through the hallways and outside infront of a stain glass door. Nero and another guard opened it politely as I sniggered at him and walked in slowly.

People turned their heads as the little girl (me!) walked into the large room and down the red carpet. I smiled sheepishly. This is for Jairo, for him only. I had to do this. I'm peeling my skin and starting off fresh. A new me. A new Mokoto. My husband stood smartly at the end of the room, I stared at the vicar, keeping my eyes only on him.

As the women stopped throwing petals and let go of my dress, I walked up the steps to him. I said my vowels quietly and feebily until it came. He placed the large, beautiful ring that clung to me onto my finger as he lifted my head-dress, smiling evily and leaning in to kiss me forcefully. I shut my eyes tightly and prayed it would be over. In a few seconds he let me go and I sighed loudly. We smiled at everyone and they clapped as we both walked out together, arm in arm. As we got out I walked away back to the room, he grabbed my arm.

"And where do you think you're going?!" He asked.

"You've had your laughs. I'm going to my room. You can...do what you want, see you tomorrow." I huffed, lifting my dress and walking away quickly.  He had no trouble keeping up with me and grabbed my arm again.

"What about our honeymoon?!" He asked. I stared at him, my eyes popped out of my head.

"I.Am.Too.Young."I spat.

"Not in my world." He pulled me away as I was pushed into a vehicle to go to my new...honeymoon.

It's only love, it's only pain. It's only fear that runs through my veins...and other things I can't explain. They make us human.

The End

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